Thought 2

My friends. No one in the Antelope Valley has any idea that I am also coming home with my folks. Boy, are they in for a surprise. I’m trying to think of the best ways to drop the secret on them.

I figure with Justin, I’ll have my mom call him to come and pick up his My Chemical Romance CD that I borrowed ages ago and the first season of Lost. When he knocks on the door, I’ll be the one to answer it. That’ll be shocking. I suppose I’ll have to swear him to secrecy not to tell anyone. We’ll probably head over to his house where I can surprise his family as well. The Gott’s are a pretty cool family. They’re up there on my “it” list.

Lebens is going to be a harder one. Well, maybe not. I suppose I can just go to In-N-Out when he’s working and nonchalantly walk up, order a #1, ketchup only, with a chocolate shake in addition to the drink. He’ll probably say “What’s up, dude!?”, like he always does. It’ll be nice. I like surprising people.

As for Mallory and Emily, I have no idea how I can surprise them without waiting too long. I don’t want to be in the AV for a whole week and not have them know that I’m home. I suppose a simple phone call will have to do.

For JR, Grant, Fred, Charlie, Leila, Luke, Grace, Alden, and that whole crew, I think I will just show up to devotional on Wednesday unannounced. On Sunday, the whole congregation will know that I’m back. I might even song lead. Haha, that would be good.

For Becky, Tom, and all those cool kids, I’ll give them a simple phone call. Or I’ll ask Justin or Lebens to put some kind of gathering together. We’ll see.

Thoughts from the Airport

02.19.06

As I write this I am sitting at a table with my dad’s Apple Powerbook G4. We are in the international terminal at the Ninoy Aquino International Airport in Manila. I’ve got Microsoft Word open and I’m typing freely as thoughts flow out of my mind. Maybe they’re not really flowing freely. Actually, it’s a mess of thoughts. It seems really difficult to sort them all out; maybe even a bit overwhelming. I’m sniffling a lot because I smelled some cologne yesterday that had something I’m allergic to. It’s an uncomfortable feeling really.

Thought 1:
Dang. I’m so excited to be going home. I’ve missed my mom, my dog, my friends, my home, and my routine since day one in the Philippines. I’m glad my mom suggested that I come home earlier than planned with them. My time in the Philippines has been great, but man, there’s really no place like home. Lancaster is my home.

This is Sick.

I ROFL at Dancing.

ROFL = Roll on the floor, laughing.

So tonight, I go out with Mike, my parents, and King to "The Venue", or as I like to call it, "Ze Venu". The Venue is this nightclub/concert hall thing that people here in Davao like to go to at night... in their life... So Davao has a 'nightlife'. This is a word that is unfamiliar to an Antelope Valleyan.

Anyway, while at Ze Venu, we sat around, listened to some loud dance music and drank beer. And yes, I had some. 3, in fact. To be totally honest, I never drink alcohol unless my parents are there. The one time I drank without them around was actually the first time I touch a drop of alcohol and I actually had a blog entry that I wrote about that two years ago. First time having alcohol = first time being drunk. haha, didn't know my limits. Eh, you live and learn. On that same subject, when I do have a couple beers, my parents make sure I don't have too much. heh. Thanks, mom and dad. I actually feel that if you have to alter your state of mind in order to have a good time, something's wrong with you. Mainly, I'll have a beer or two just to "share a drink with someone". Aparently, it's rude here to not drink with someone if you go out with them somewhere.

Eh, enough bout da bears. I mean, ze beers. So at Ze Venu, there's this band that is playing this weekend. They're actually not too bad. Nothing spectacular, but nothing terrible. They did some nice covers of songs by Beyonce, Santana, the Eagles... it was cool. Between their sets random dance club music would play and people would go up to the dance floor to shake their groove thing.

One group that caught my attention in particular, was a gathering of 3 guys and 2 girls. All but one of them were Filipino. The other, a Korean exchange student (after being here for 4 months, I can tell). Anyway, after watching them for awhile, it became obvious to me that the girls were trying to give the Korean girl dance lessons. And I'm sorry to say, but it was one of the most amusing things I've ever seen in my life.

Now I don't claim to be an expert at dancing. No sir. In fact, the girl could probably have gotten a chuckle out of seeing me dance. What's with dancing? The whole moving the hips thing, where to put your arms and flap em around? I dunno.

So yeah, that was the highlight of my evening, drinking a couple brewskies with my folks and watching 2 Filipina girls give a korean girl a lesson in 'sexy' dancing. LOL

well... the time is drawing nearer to when I will be returning to the States. I can't believe it's almost been 4 months. A third of a year. Wow.


Do I have a sexy dance? ROFL.
Cy

It's Easier.

To not give your all. To be weak. To not live up to your full potential. To be lazy. To be selfish. To be distanced. To be isolated. To loathe in self-pity. To sleep all day. To not pour out your heart. To lie. To cheat. To steal. To forget. To remember. To hold a grudge. To let go.


To make life harder is to make it easier.


Doesn't that make sense? It seems that if we always take the easy route through things, life actually becomes harder. Though, not always in an external way visible to others on the outside, but rather on the inside; a battle within our consciousness and spirit for what is and what isn't; what should and what shouldn't.


To make life easier is to make it harder.


It's odd how life can be so difficult and yet so simple. Though for others, maybe it's not so simple... maybe the choices aren't so clear. But maybe they are. Maybe we choose not to see things as simple as they are. Maybe we choose to make things difficult.

Iunderstand that I am speaking in obscurities, but it makes perfect sense to me.

I tend to get the best of myself.

I'm lazy.

Tis true.

Hmm... so January 29th was my birthday. I am now 19 years old. Goodness gracious.
The friday before that, my mom and Mike, one of my really great friends flew in to Davao... they will be here til the 19th of this month. Great times.

Today I was in Kaloi's wedding. He and Lea are now married. that's awesome. They asked me to play something for their wedding on the saxophone. I did. It was alright. I'm always embarassed to play my instruments in front of people. Honest reason is because I'm out of practice. That's embarassaing.

Eh... yeah the blog thing... I'm not so great at it right now. lol. laziness.